A mostly uncensored version of my daily life of being a SAHM and having two young sons and a senile toy poodle.
Some days, I barely survive. Other days, I'm freaking awesome.
Yoy is my husband's nickname, so naturally, I'm Mrs. Yoy.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Mrs. Yoy vs Kobayashi

I'm not saying that I want to enter the arena of competitive eating, I'm just saying that I could and possibly win.

I love a good meal. I love savoring the taste of good food and really enjoying it. With the exception of a handful of meals that I have eaten without my children within a ten foot radius, I haven't really enjoyed a meal in the two plus years it has been since I've entered motherhood.

I have two choices at this point. Never eat again. For dieting purposes, this would be the better choice. I'd be back in my pre-pregnancy skinny jeans and loving life. For functioning purposes, I would be one mean Mrs. Yoy.

My second choice is what I like to call inhalation. This is a crucial part of my current game plan. I know I have about three minutes total to eat my meal. And I get it done. Mrs. Yoy NEEDS to eat. I basically shovel everything down as fast as humanly possible. Taste has become secondary at this point.

I watch Kobayashi housing hot dogs on TV and think he has nothing on a mom trying to squeeze in a meal before she has to feed, bathe, and dress two babies in about an hour.